Yes, I am sick. Caught the flu. I am under the assumption that I contracted the flu (in the best doctor sounding voice- whatever that is) on the Peter Pan bus leaving Boston.(Returning to my voice) People were sneezing and coughing all over the place. I remember, as I placed the apple in my mouth, thinking to myself, “I should use the anti-bacterial gel on my hands,” but I was lazy and famished. Here I am, five days later, in bed with the flu, a computer on my lap and listening to NPR as the commentator talks about the musical marvels of Louisiana.
To be honest, I haven’t been this sick in two years. Well, I do not recall being this sick in two years. Two years ago, I started working out and eating healthier meals consistently. I strongly believe, this lifestyle change, is the main reason why I have warded off a lot of the potential sick days in bed. However, I wore myself thin this past weekend in Boston: I went to a festival; walked almost everywhere; went to Newbury Street; spent a lot of time in bookstores; took an African dance class; stayed up late with my friend, Nicky, talking until four in the morning and strolled around the greenery of Boston Commons. All this, my dear friends occurred in a weekend. No wonder I am here, in bed, with my computer on my lap, listening to NPR as they rediscover the musical marvels of Louisiana.
So to answer my question: yes, I believe one can continue the journey of self-discovery when sick. I think sickness will demand one to stop and think for a minute, if only for a minute, about life. On a beautiful day like this has been, one might be restless and want to scream, wanting to be released from this bar less prison of a bed. However, if you were to stop and think for another minute, you will realize that you have the flu, something that will be over in a couple of days (hopefully) and not something that is incessant, without a promise of relief; so, you stop for another minute and give thanks.